I, fawn

When
Not running
Or fighting,

I have been
Woken by
Traveling
Monster.

—-

I Looked
Him in
the face,

his one
Hand on
My body,

The other
down
His pants;

Panting,

& I Said,


“This is
Your house
I’m just
Sleeping
In it.”

—-

I know
Men,

Business
As usual,

Touching
And taking
That which
Does not

And could
Never

Belong
To him.

They say,

“Not
All men”

And all
I hear is,

“Then

How Lucky
I Must be

To have
Somehow
Hit that
Jackpot

So many
Times.”

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